We still need a warrior for dreams
Keep the monsters in the closet
Keep the thread inside the seam
And we still need
A saint for all our sins
Keep our ribcage around our lungs
So our hearts can't let us in
And when our hearts
Begin to feel cold
We'll just crease around the edges into
Patterns we can fold
Just to keep
From feeling like we're old
We have gotten so old
We have gotten so old
Eventually our hearts can't seem to bear
All the folding and the molding
And the wear and the tear
And they start to rip
As we start to die
And we know that there is nothing we can do
But admit that we're scared
We're scared
We're scared
Of changing
And some things just are better not to keep inside
A thousand paper cranes
Is that all it would take
To wish
To change everything
Back to the way it was before?
My friends have grown and gone
They think that they're adults
But they know they're wrong
They're not that strong
I'm not that strong
I'm not that strong
Could it be the rings around my soul
And the lives that I have lived
And the stories I have told or
Could it be the nectar in my veins
That can help me understand
Everything in my brain
I said
The same things that
I can't explain are the
Same things that
Keep me insane because I
Can't bear the
Can't bear the weight on my own
"But jack you know the pain
Of something that can never be explained
Is the same pain that makes a person grow"
But times are moving fast
How come my thoughts are stuck inside the past
Every time that I wake up feeling new
I say, I say, I say "my friends I know it's true
I wouldn't be the same if it weren't for you
And can I, can I, can I try to change again
To grow up into something greater than?"
I say, I say, I say "my friends I know it's true
I wouldn't be the same if it weren't for you
And can I, can I, can I try to change again
To grow up into something greater than?"
I'm greater than
I'm greater than
I'm greater than